| Author: | Mark S. R. Sterling | ISBN: | 9781513078380 |
| Publisher: | Mark S. R. Sterling | Publication: | May 1, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Mark S. R. Sterling |
| ISBN: | 9781513078380 |
| Publisher: | Mark S. R. Sterling |
| Publication: | May 1, 2015 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Enjoy a quasi-autobiographical account of my years as a romantic picaroon along the Florida coast. This saga intertwines my exploits with stimulating women as they succumb to their primal urges while sailing on The Naked Sea.
Sailing at its Best!
Follow my travels from St. Augustine to Key Largo to North Bimini and back. Mixed within the erotic tales and descriptions of ocean sailing are historical accounts of exotic locations, a hitherto unpublished version of my brush with drug smugglers, and a clash with Bahamian pirates.
Come aboard my experiences with Julie the Danish exchange student, Heather the Key Largo hooker, Karen the deep diving housewife, and April…well, you will just have to read my yarn to label her.
Warning: While this work is not as explicit as my other stories, it is intended for adults who enjoy erotic adventures.
A Sample:
Julie lifts her chin to the afternoon sun; the wind catches her golden hair and it flows like a comet’s tail behind her. Her left hand snakes up her back and pulls the string releasing the top half of her bikini. The brightly colored fabric releases its hold on her breasts and it too flows with the wind. Lifting the cloth over her head she tosses it into the hatch to fall on the cabin floor. The cool breeze kisses her nipples and they jump erect to highlight her youthfully firm breasts.
“You know that’s not allowed,” I say as she sits topless. But, she only smiles and giggles so I continue, “I do not allow topless sunbathing on my boat. If you take the top off, you must go all the way nude. You know the rule,” I faint a firm lecturing tone in my voice.
She giggles again and hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her bikini’s lower half. Lifting herself from the seat she slowly pulls it down over her bottom’s curves. Sitting back down, she teases me as she again looks into my eyes and then pushes the fabric over her thighs, makes the bend at her knees, down her calves and finally tugs it free of her feet. She tosses it down the hatch to join its mate on the cabin floor. Relaxing backward to lie against the cabin bulkhead she reaches down between her legs and tugs on a lock of blond pubic hair.
“Better?” she asks smiling.
“Yes, much better,” I say with grin.
She stands and then steps onto the seat; stepping over the cockpit coaming she walks along the windward gunwale around the cabin roof to the mast. With her bare feet firmly planted on the deck she takes ahold of the taunt mainsail halyard rope running up the side of the mast. Grasping it tight she steadies herself as the bow of the boat rises and drops over the waves. The late afternoon sun paints her nude back and butt golden to match her hair. She looks back to me and smiles.
“I love this,” she says loudly over the rushing sounds of the wind and water. “I have never made love in the open air like this before; I mean…outdoors in the daylight.”
I am going to make certain that she can never say that again.
Enjoy a quasi-autobiographical account of my years as a romantic picaroon along the Florida coast. This saga intertwines my exploits with stimulating women as they succumb to their primal urges while sailing on The Naked Sea.
Sailing at its Best!
Follow my travels from St. Augustine to Key Largo to North Bimini and back. Mixed within the erotic tales and descriptions of ocean sailing are historical accounts of exotic locations, a hitherto unpublished version of my brush with drug smugglers, and a clash with Bahamian pirates.
Come aboard my experiences with Julie the Danish exchange student, Heather the Key Largo hooker, Karen the deep diving housewife, and April…well, you will just have to read my yarn to label her.
Warning: While this work is not as explicit as my other stories, it is intended for adults who enjoy erotic adventures.
A Sample:
Julie lifts her chin to the afternoon sun; the wind catches her golden hair and it flows like a comet’s tail behind her. Her left hand snakes up her back and pulls the string releasing the top half of her bikini. The brightly colored fabric releases its hold on her breasts and it too flows with the wind. Lifting the cloth over her head she tosses it into the hatch to fall on the cabin floor. The cool breeze kisses her nipples and they jump erect to highlight her youthfully firm breasts.
“You know that’s not allowed,” I say as she sits topless. But, she only smiles and giggles so I continue, “I do not allow topless sunbathing on my boat. If you take the top off, you must go all the way nude. You know the rule,” I faint a firm lecturing tone in my voice.
She giggles again and hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her bikini’s lower half. Lifting herself from the seat she slowly pulls it down over her bottom’s curves. Sitting back down, she teases me as she again looks into my eyes and then pushes the fabric over her thighs, makes the bend at her knees, down her calves and finally tugs it free of her feet. She tosses it down the hatch to join its mate on the cabin floor. Relaxing backward to lie against the cabin bulkhead she reaches down between her legs and tugs on a lock of blond pubic hair.
“Better?” she asks smiling.
“Yes, much better,” I say with grin.
She stands and then steps onto the seat; stepping over the cockpit coaming she walks along the windward gunwale around the cabin roof to the mast. With her bare feet firmly planted on the deck she takes ahold of the taunt mainsail halyard rope running up the side of the mast. Grasping it tight she steadies herself as the bow of the boat rises and drops over the waves. The late afternoon sun paints her nude back and butt golden to match her hair. She looks back to me and smiles.
“I love this,” she says loudly over the rushing sounds of the wind and water. “I have never made love in the open air like this before; I mean…outdoors in the daylight.”
I am going to make certain that she can never say that again.
